There’s a popular saying that goes: At 20, food is pleasure. At 40, food is fuel. At 60, food is survival.
It’s not a scientific law, but it does echo what researchers observe across the human lifespan — how our motivations for eating shift from the brain’s reward centers, to metabolic efficiency, and eventually to physiological preservation.
The most expensive thing you can lose is your health. The Truth We Learn Too Late We spend our lives building—careers, savings, homes, dreams. But one medical emergency can wipe out decades of effort in a single week. In the Philippines, where healthcare often means cash on hand, illness isn’t just a physical burden; it’s…
Before we ever lived in childhood houses, rented apartments, or ancestral homes with capiz windows, we lived in one place: our body. It is our first home — the one we wake up in, break down in, heal in, and carry through every storm.
Somewhere between our first white hair and our first “ay, masakit tuhod ko,” society expects us to shrink—to become quieter, smaller, less visible, and less vibrant.
A 20‑minute walk can fix what a 2‑hour meeting ruined. Walking slows you down, clears your mind, and reconnects you with the place you call home — and with yourself.
Illness rearranges your priorities and reveals what truly matters. These gentle, honest lessons from sickness show how to live with intention, compassion, and clarity.
Not long ago, my niece and I met up for dinner in the middle of bustling Manila. We talked about her future, her dreams, and what it means to build a life. I haven’t heard from her after. I learned later she flew back home to Iloilo City, picked up her newly purchased car, and…
For generations, we have been taught to measure luxury by what we can display. We define status by the square footage of our homes, the logos on our clothes, the titles on our business cards, and the assets stored in a bank. But lately, my definition of luxury has undergone a radical shift. I was…
I was browsing through old stashed photos recently when a specific image caught my eye: my niece, June Frances, sitting atop a rugged limestone peak after a grueling trek through the hills of Iloilo. She is looking out at the endless green horizon, lost in deep thought. Looking at her, a wave of nostalgia hit…
Almost exactly a year later, I found myself once again beneath the bougainvilleas of Paluan — only this time, the flowers were no longer basking under the familiar warmth of the Occidental Mindoro sun. They glowed beneath a full moon. And somehow, that changed everything. At Casa Mayor, the night unfolded quietly. The sky was…